The People of Ossedei

 WARNING: UNMARKED SPOILERS AHEAD

The world of Ossedei is populated by a vast array of wild and varied characters.
  • Main Characters
  • The Kingdom of Ys
    • House Delmar    
    • House Myrddhin
    • House Octavian
    • House Voxcaelli
    • House Wander

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